Transcendent Dawn Chapter 276: Ward Village

As a researcher in the spirit world, Sulu has seen many evil spirits.

　　 There is a headless spirit, but it looks scary. In fact, it has not reached the level of first-order [dead], and it does not make him feel the slightest movement.

　　 What Sulu really cares about is the message emanating from the opponent.

　　 "Humans... show that there are still human beings in this world. This is a great thing!"

　　"From the perspective of his clothes, he seemed to belong to the poor before he died...and the productivity of this world should be very low..."

　　 "Beheaded... shows that it is not safe. Whether it is beheaded by a sheriff or killed by a vendetta, it means that the human world is full of war or killing..."

　　……

　　 Sulu’s spirit quietly stared at the headless spirit on the opposite side, and suddenly said: "In the name of...Sulu Portree! Order you to obey me!"

　　 "Tell me! Your name and cause of death!"

　　His rank can completely drive these low-level spirits.

　　 And the natural suppression of this personality will not change because of the change of the world and the spiritual world!

　　 "Better than... than..."

　　 The head of the headless spirit made a sound, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time, and it seemed a bit stuttered.

　　 There was light from its godless eyes, which made Sulu perceive a picture:

　　The cold ground, the blood-stained guillotine, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the guards and the crowd nearby...

　　 The voice of a middle-aged man echoes in his ears:

　　"In the name of the Duke of Wolfsburg, the guardian of the snow people, the patriarch of the Mitis family, the lord of the northern knights, the snow of winter, the heartbreaker...I am sentenced to Renard Mitis You... the death penalty!"

　　 The next moment, a terrible pain came from the neck.

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 Sulu recovered his inspiration and touched his neck by the way.

　　 The feeling of being beheaded is very real, and it is also a backlash from peeking into the memory of the spiritual body.

　　 A slightly more fragile psychic might lose and perish in this kind of pain, but for him, it's just a trivial matter.

　　 "Wait a minute...I understand! I understand the other party's language!"

　　 Thinking back to the scene I saw just now, Sulu was surprised: "Although it seems to be a world similar to the European medieval...but I can understand their language...it is...Gulam!"

　　, the language known as the oldest language in the main world, is actually used as a lingua franca in this world!

　　 This has to make Sulu wonder what the relationship is between the two worlds!

　　 "It can't be because of the distance, right?"

　　 Sulu laughed blankly.

　　 Not to mention whether there is a concept of ‘distance’ between the world and the world, even if it is so, it cannot be explained.

　　"The good news is...Communication shouldn't be a problem."

　　 What the lord grandduke said is indeed Gulam, with a little accent at most, which is not a big problem.

　　He put the package away, looked at one side of the mound, and waved: "Goodbye!"

　　 In the bright sun, the ice wolves of yesterday were sitting there, as if to see him off, their fur reflected dazzling light, as if coated with a layer of golden armor.

　　 "According to the spirits nearby... the nearest human gathering point should be in the south!"

　　Sulu made himself a sled and tried to glide on the snow.

　　 LV4 level of strength, after a night of recovery, let him have a body comparable to ordinary people.

　　With his third-order control, he quickly mastered the trick, holding the branches in both hands, slightly supporting on the ground, and marking far away under his feet.

　　 As he kept going south, the cold temperature seemed to rise a little bit.

　　 a few days later.

　　Sulu found some traces of human activities, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

　　 By questioning nearby spirits, he obtained a more accurate route and galloped towards a human settlement.

　　 "My previous guess is not wrong. The productivity here is very low, roughly equivalent to the European Middle Ages, but the kind with extraordinary power?"

　　Sulu took off the sled and walked across a field of wheat.

　　 are cultivated farmland on both sides, planting crops similar to barley, wheat, and oats. In addition, there are large tracts of onions and cabbage.

　　The peasant peasant women working in the fields are unkempt and unkempt, wearing very thick clothes and using animal skins.

　　 walk a few steps further, and you will reach a place that should be a village.

　　 As far as I can see, a hill is surrounded by low-rise residential buildings, layer by layer, like building blocks, up to the top of the hill.

　　 On all sides of the village, there is a fence made of sharpened logs and stones, and militia-like squads are patrolling.

　　 "Stop! Who is it?"

　　 At the gate of the village, Sulu was stopped by no means.

　　 He stared at the peasant and soldier squad that came over. Most of them were thin and rags. Only the captain had a leather armor. The forks, swords and other weapons in his hand were slightly rusty.

　　 However, the language is indeed Gulam!

　　 "A wanderer!"

　　Sulu smiled and replied in Gulam: "I hope I can rest in the village, I am willing to pay for it!"

　　Thanks to the blessing that the Federation is still circulating precious metal currency, he has stored some golden dragons and silver eagles in the greed gloves, as long as the patterns and characters on the surface are cut off, they can be used directly.

　　 "Outsiders in strange costumes!"

　　The captain looked at Sulu carefully: "Where are you from?"

　　He is very vigilant, and the muscles of his limbs are well-trained, especially his right arm and step, with a unique rhythm, which is very suitable for his saber.

　　 "A distant place, you may not know it."

　　Sulu throws out a polished silver coin.

　　It's not that you can't take out the golden dragon, but it will definitely attract greed and covetousness.

　　 He didn't want to kill in this village.

　　"It's pure silver!"

　　A militiaman took it~IndoMTL.com~ After a few moments, there was joy in his eyes.

　　"...Alright!"

　　 Seeing the eyes of his subordinates, the captain of the militia reluctantly agreed: "Outsiders, you can get a room with hot water, bread, and salt... and leave immediately after staying for one night! Don't cause trouble!"

　　 "Please rest assured!"

　　 Su Lu smiled brilliantly, showing white teeth.

　　 This surprised the militia captain again.

　　As a low-class poor, a mouthful of rotten yellow and black teeth is the norm.

　　 such an appearance and temperament, he seems to have only seen it in the nobles of Wolfsburg.

　　In this world, nobles are absolute rulers. Even the side branches and last descendants of noble families will be respected.

　　 "Come with me!"

　　He lightened a little, and led the way: "This is Ward Village, which belongs to the great Duke of Wolfsburg. I am the local militia captain——Arik!"

　　 "Sulu! You can call me Sulu!"

　　Sulu introduced himself politely, and suddenly stopped.

　　 He saw a small altar!

　　 It is incompatible with the surrounding buildings, but it looks very solemn.

　　 A group of people are gathering around, seeming to pray.

　　 More importantly, the rules and symbols, as well as their prayer language, are very familiar to me!

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